History Dykes presents: Das Künnilingus

History Dykes presents:

Das Künnilingus

By Pat Celery

Munich: 1945

Annie Oakley was a bull. She went straight for the Big Pink, there were no two ways about it. They say she was born with a gun in her hand. She had to shoot to survive. She knew to get your kill you had to squeeze the trigger, you had to want it, and right now, she was getting what she wanted. Those priceless fingers were working their way over Cleopatra’s cunny-sack, flicking her clit back and forth like so many discarded shotgun casings.

Cleopatra, struggling to hold on to her senses, begged to ask, “MY GOD ANNIE…What are you doing to me?”

“Squeezing the trigger.” Annie replied coolly.

A mortar struck some streets over.

Cleopatra pulled closed the drapes, and stopped for a second, rubbing the material between her fingers. All the real window treatments had been taken for the war effort. These were paper-thin gray sheets, the same that covered the bed, and acted as a shower curtain. No doubt they were not truly gray either, but a white, long since soiled and never replaced.

Annie was in the shower. She hadn’t yet stepped into the stream of water. It was cold, the piss in her hair was still warm, and she didn’t want to abandon it quite yet. She rolled her head into the water and placed her hands on the shower wall in front of her, “This is divine.” She thought. She felt the shower curtain flutter and a body standing behind her. Cleopatra strongly pressed two long fingers on Annie Oakley’s lower back and slid them through her ass crack and fully into Brown Town.

“OH, FUCK YOU!” screamed Annie Oakley.

Cleopatra lowered herself to the floor and ducked nimbly through Annie’s legs, like a thread through the eye of a needle, all the while keeping her fingers digging in Annie’s asshole. Cleopatra spread Annie’s pussy lips and bit the rug furiously.

At that moment, Adolf Hitler killed himself.